An Open Letter To Fleece Leggings

I wasn’t planning to buy you when I walked into a cute little boutique in East Nashville. In fact, I wasn’t planning to buy anything for myself. I was Christmas shopping for a few friends and had sworn on my rapidly dwindling bank account that I wasn’t going to buy myself any gifts in the process. (I have this terrible habit of buying myself 2 things for every 1 thing I buy someone else. Oops.)

But then, as I browsed the racks, earnestly looking for gifts for friends and family members, my hand brushed up against your waistband. Scandalous, right? You were so soft that I must have audibly gasped, because the store clerk looked up from the counter and said, “Those are fleece-lined leggings. Just wait until you feel the inside!”

So I felt your inside (double scandalous!) and immediately started moaning and groaning like an Herbal Essences commercial.

You were so unbelievably soft and warm and for some reason I want to say “creamy” so I’m just going to say it: creamy. I briefly considered buying you as a gift for a friend, but deep down I knew you were meant to be (M2B) with me. I lusted for you in ways I don’t normally lust for clothing. I had to have you on my body RIGHT NOW, so I disregarded my “no gifts for myself” rule and plunked down my debit card (it helped that you were less than 20 bucks).

I went home, put you on, and didn’t take you off for the whole weekend. It was bliss. I wore you to lounge around the house, to grab coffee, to take a long walk around a lake, to do yoga, to shop for more Christmas gifts for myself my friends. Keep in mind that these were bitterly cold days in Nashville, and you kept me toasty warm the whole time. I wore you with dresses, billowy blouses, baggy sweaters, and my knee-length Celine Dion nightgown. You even fit under my jeans! I was shocked at your versatility, although I’m not sure if you actually looked good with everything or if I was blinded by how good you felt with everything. I’m not sure I even care, to be honest.

Fleece-lined leggings, I just want to thank you for helping me achieve winter coziness levels I never even knew existed. Suddenly I’m not feeling so bitter about the whole “bitter cold” thing, and for that I am eternally grateful.

Warmly (literally),Winona

P.S. I cannot find a tag or brand name in my leggings, but I’m 99% sure these are the ones I bought. There’s also a plus size option!

Leolah Brown, sister to Bobby Brown and aunt to Bobbi Kristina was kicked out of her niece’s funeral yesterday after verbally lashing at Pat Houston Bobbi Kristina’s former manager as well as sister-in-law to Bobbi Kristina’s mother Whitney Houston. Phew. That was a mouthful.